Private detective Delilah Archer is hired by a socialite to investigate her daughter’s changing behavior and goings on at the prestigious school she attends.

Behind the walls of the Baynebridge Academy, Southern charm of the student body had a way of allowing fresh cream to always rise above the rest of the crop.

After all, the destination of Archer’s assignment was a town called Pleasureville.

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All eight of them thought their activity in the dungeon had concluded. Yet, Mistress Honey always had something spicy up her sleeve for participants there.

Doctor Elias, Audriana and Evelyn had waited for Mistress Honey in the enema room, when they were called into action by her “Doctor and nurses!! Bring me the goods!” As they approached, Honey spoke in a cheerful tone “I believe in full equality for all men and women”.

Purveyors of prayer for the brotherhood of mankind smiled with erections and ejaculative euphoria over experiencing delights within Mistress Honey’s dungeon.

“That’s why” Uncovering a tray which Audriana held “You will” Nodding to Doctor Elias for him to uncover the tray Evelyn held “Know what it’s like for a girl” Revealing four strap-on dildos of vanilla hue, Mistress Honey smiled “Girls, it’s now your turn to turn out the guys”.

Violet, Millicent, Wyler and Polly light giggled at the reversal about to take place in the dungeon.

Laying down the stinging truth about the rules of the dungeon, Mistress Honey manifested complete control “You think you can fuck my girls in the ass at my largesse and think you have no obligation to obey me!!”

Everything in that dungeon came to a total standstill.

Taken aback, this man of over six feet tall and over two-hundred pounds knew that he’d come up against a physically tiny terror with great tits and golden locks. Meekly, this man with a defensive tackle’s physique used a diminished voice to her “Please, accept my humblest apology, Mistress”.

Below the surface of calm, a rage was within her. Yet, she smiled “Don’t worry, I accept your apology” Gently taking one of the strap-ons off that tray, Mistress Honey placed it on herself and whispered “Hey, I hope I didn’t scare a big, strong guy like you” Smiling broadly, “Let me just play a little bit back there, okay?”

Seeing only the surface of the water as this female appeared to be, he slightly gave a shrug and nonchalant chuckle to the perceived dimensions of this situation “Oh, I know that little you can’t make me cry, Mistress”.

Size was never a problem for Honey, for confidence was Mistress Honey’s purview.

“You know something” Mistress Honey used some charm on this unsuspecting man, as she slowly let that dildo rub around the rim of his asshole “I know that I can’t make you cry” Rolling eyes of disdain to the two men on either side of him “But, you know what?” Nonverbal signal was given for him to be held still “This dildo in your ass can!!”

Those who assumed lace received steel fist in ass for good measure.

“God........Damnit!!” Thunderous yelp filled the dungeon.

“No, you fucker!!” Mistress Honey crammed dildo inside of him deeply, as both men held him as still as they could. She was on a verbal tirade against him “God damned you for not heeding your Mistress!!” Banging plastic inside of him in three strong thrusts “Hold him still, fellas” Giving warning to them also “Or, the same will happen to you without lube like this one here!!”

Silently, they nodded to her, as the other occupants of the dungeon had front seats to Mistress Honey’s wraith.

Breathless in this unexpected action by a woman less than half his weight, his thighs tried to clamp down on that dildo and push it out of himself some way “Oh, oh…..owwww!!”
Delilah held hand over mouth, as vomit ascended into throat over this sight.

Man with full erection was being fucked in his ass by a dildo-wearing woman of slight frame, just blew the doors of Archer’s thoughts of sexuality off their hinges.

“Let him go, fellas” Mistress Honey had an instinct about how to handle those who came to her dungeon “He’s not going to move or run from my cock in his ass” Moderation of movement in and out of that man kept his cock hard, as she rode him to a state of surprise “You see, everyone. He’s enjoying it” Gently rubbing hands against this man’s sweaty back “You enjoying this?”

His muscular body was accepting the punishment from her, as stress of fighting those invasive movements subsided. Moving with the cock inside of himself, he grinded back and forth on it “Yes, Mistress”.

Mistress Honey had just broken in another man in her dungeon.

With care, she extracted dildo from his ass and he responded in an unexpected way to her “Bless you, Mistress”.

Mistress Honey kissed him on the cheek for saying those words of praise to her....

..I could only think about those clamps on her nipples. I whispered to Wan-Lu “Isn’t he going to remove those clamps? Won’t he give her mercy?”

“Mercy comes in many shapes and forms, my dear” Wan-Lu gave coy smile.

Soft ass had a gentle sway, as Morris ran hands around both posterior cheeks. Without a word, his light touch became heavier with a tightening grip.

“Sir….ooooh” Daisy tried to motion away from his fingers pressing against her ass.

Morris compressed and parted those cheeks a bit, as his favorite game of question and answer began “Whose ass is this, huh?”Growling further and pinpointing his command and control of her “Is it yours, slut?”

“Yours…” Knowing exactly how she should answer him, Daisy did not address him properly. And, she waited impatiently for a prompt correction.

“Daisy….Daisy…Daisy” He knew exactly what she was doing in replying to him that way “Spread your cheeks open for me” Giving her instructions “Use your spit to get that hole nice and ready for me, baby”

Holding small hands in front of mouth, Daisy spit globs of saliva into the palms of her hands and lubricated a hole that wasn’t made for a smooth ride.

Blonde strands of hair brushed around her shoulders, as Daisy expanded cheeks with both hands.

Wan-Lu and I watched, as she prepared to take his tool into her shed of salaciousness.

“Now, I’m going to ask you again” Morris motioned forward against her back “Whose ass is this?” Feeding cock into asshole, he used a slow amount of pressure.

Daisy sputtered “Yours…..sir”

“Good girl” Morris motioned head past blonde hair and kissed her cheek “Since we now know whose ass this is” Rolling tip of tongue along that cheek, he added “What should I do with my ass……hmmm?”

“Fuck it….hard” She gave a careless answer to him.

Morris didn’t appreciate her insolence and his cock made her ass pay “Hard?” Thrusting cock several times inside of asshole “You think I should fuck my asshole hard?”

Daisy howled “Sir…yes!!” Clasping back of that wooden chair, red painted fingernails motioned up and down “Your asshole needs to be fucked hard…..”

One word was missing from her lips.

And, I knew what it was.

But, more importantly than me knowing what she should have said; Morris knew.............

- END OF EXCERPT

Jasmine needed a special type of tutoring in her first year of study at Tokyo University.

A.H. Scott's Amazon Exclusives

"Ursula Unwrapped" - Ursula needed a raise. Denise needed satisfaction. Both got what they came for - IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. A.H. Scott exposes varied skills of negotiation in "Ursula Unwrapped".
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Denise was only a lady during the hours of business. Yet, after hours she was a mistress of mayhem on men and women. And, at this moment of late night, it was Ursula's turn on the wheel of pleasing Denise.

Fingernails dug into Ursula’s gyrating thighs, as Denise held her open for after hours dining.

"Get on your knees and eat me out. If you get me off, Ursula, you'll be getting that raise. But, if I don't get off, you won't get your raise" Denise licked her lips and sat on the edge of the desk, while Ursula got on her knees and ate her out.

Denise held Ursula’s mouth directly at her pussy, almost as if she didn’t want this woman to breathe anything but a hot snatch. And, Ursula inhaled Denise in silence for several moments, until hands released stationary head.

“Now, do me good….. My pussy needs only the best” Denise licked lips and waited for Ursula to promptly continue, “Are you worthy of such a luscious hole?”

Ursula was a woman on a mission. Not just to get Denise off. She was going to get that raise, too.

"Sudsy" - Sunny gets a surprise from a rubber duck and Chuck in "Sudsy". A.H. Scott advises you watch out for the bubbles...
Excerpt -

Key into lock, I'm waiting for him to come into the bathroom and find his sexy mermaid waiting with warmth and moisture engulfing my body and soul.

The door opens and he's standing there with a bottle of Champagne in one hand. But, in the other, he's got a rubber duck. Oh, rubber duckie, I couldn't have a bath without you....

QUACK, QUACK...

He placed the bottle down onto the edge of the tub. I was about to rise up and greet him. But, he had other ideas. Holding that yellow duck in between both hands, he twisted the orange beak. Oh, he was in a quite playful mood. Whirring sound of that beak swirling round and round caught my attention. Smiling at me, he tossed it into the tub. Almost like it had it's own radar for my sensitive parts; the duckie made a b-line straight between my thighs. I guess it must have been a lonely quacker. My thighs caught the beak before it burrowed betwixt strands of blond down below.

I looked up at him and whispered, "Do you think I'm that easy to please?" As he licked his lips, there was only one word from this man's lips, "No". Aaah, he did know me too well. I laid back into the tub and spread my thighs for him to see where the duckie would go when I released it. And, wouldn't ya' know it - duckie went down. As for my man, well, he knelt at the side of the tub and ran his hand through the rose petals...........

"Catalina's Commotion" - Catalina used transportation to her benefit. Public sex with men was the best part of it. Catalina takes a ride. Excerpt -

A man's hand between my thighs is so nice. The power of his fingers and strong hand take charge of anything that's in his grasp.

You take charge of my pubic hair and twist the patch that covers my pussy lips. As for my other lips, my pink lipstick is the ultimate facade for the coy smile I start to have, as you work your fingers in and out of me.

When that train starts to pivot to the left and right, as it goes down the tracks through the tunnel, my pussy is moving in unison with your hand.

I know you can feel my pussy starting to drip and you smile down at me.

I'm standing there using that silver pole to give myself a bit of balance, while you are making me come..

..STOP!!

The train comes to a complete standstill and the lights go out for a short period of time.

It's time enough for you to remove your hand after completing this carnal task upon this seemingly sexy stranger and even lick your fingers from those droplets of a dripping pussy.

Friday, August 17, 2012

!!FREE EBOOK!! Sophia’s body was cherished by Dale. Large, rough hands could have been an irritation to such soft skin. Yet, Sophia enjoyed Dale’s firm touch.

Dale sat in black pants, as legs parted for Sophia to stand between. “Damn, baby. You make it all worth it, Sophia”.

Sophia’s breasts rested inside of a cupped portion of teddy, as she pulled the small satin ribbon to free them for Dale’s titillation, “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, Dale”.

Placing hands on Sophia’s belly, each skillful finger worked upward to her breasts and parted the lace garment. Dale’s thumb and index fingers squeezed each nipple, as a smile came to a beaming face, “You are special, Sophia. No one knows me like you do”.

Dale was respectful of her and always longed for those four words from Sophia’s lips.

Making love to her would make the outside world wash away until the next workday for Dale. Sophia was an antidote for chaos in Dale’s mind. Soft and sweet smelling, there was a hint of happiness in every smile and swerve of Sophia’s being.

A request to take the journey into ecstasy’s pond, turned to be what touched Dale’s heart most when being with Sophia. She was the only woman that cracked the armor of this wounded soul.

Holding Sophia’s left hand, Dale kissed it like a royal romantic and stood up. Looking down at this woman who was so inviting of joy and pleasure, Dale whispered, “Without haste, my love”.

Sophia draped perfumed arms around Dale’s neck, as those hands ran up and down her back.

Dale hummed their song once more and Sophia rested her head against firm chest. As she felt Dale’s heart beating with fire, Sophia ran her hands against the belt buckle and crotch area on those black pants.

She could tell how aroused Dale was at that moment. That simple twitch of tight fabric was the sign Sophia treasured in being Dale’s lady.

Painted nails unbuckled and unzipped those black pants, as she got on her knees for Dale.

Attentive and loving, Sophia’s mouth met Dale’s flesh with loving care. Dale’s dark eyes gazed down at her, as blue eyes became locked upward in a dance of lust.

Dale felt that grand expansion, as a moan flowed forth, “Sophia….”...

- end of excerpt

In Sophia’s eyes, Dale was the love of her life. Sophia always had a penchant for bad boys. And, Dale fit that mold of the rebel to it’s fullest. Motorcycle, leather jacket and muscles were Dale’s calling card of seducing sexy Sophia.

Sophia was bubbly and bright. Dale was a bit darker in character. Many saw them as two opposite to be attracted to one another. Yet, as they say – opposites attract.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Snaking himself behind her, Nick Bell whispered into Angie Chase's ear, "Your husband is one unlucky son of a bitch", bringing Larry's name into the mix, "What makes you think he's going to pay back that amount", knowing that kind of money was far from that accountant's grasp, he focused on the heiress of the Carter Manufacturing fortune, "Without his wifey's help?"

"Help? You call this help?", seeing nothing positive in that description of what Bell was implying in hearing about a sexual encounter happening between them.

"Look at it, Angie", Bell smiled at her, "You are his ace in the hole", seeing just how determined this wife was to her husband's cause, while adding, "And, he doesn't even know it yet".

Turning doorknob without wishing to stay in that location with Bell any longer, Chase became resolute in her actions, "I'm leaving".

"Let me out of here", Angela's hand twisted the knob, looking for exit from Nick's office in the Eight Ball.

"Listen to me, Angela", his voice fell to a tone of gentle coaxing, "If you walk out of that door", licking tongue against teeth in a loud flicker, "Then your husband will have to pay up", calmly laying out the consequences of leaving his office without thinking over an offer, "Sooner, rather than later", motioning hand away from that door in a quick movement, Nick wouldn't be keeping her any longer, if she wished to go right then.

Longing for this conversation to get back on the track of repaying a debt and not what Bell wished it to become in future moments, Angela uttered, "Nick, the money can be in your hands under 48 hours".

Nick turned his back to Angela and walked back to his desk without pressuring her, "Oh, don't I know it", resting himself on that desk edge, Bell played coy, "Angela, daddy's money won't satisfy me", taking in a deep whiff of light fragrance in that once stale office air, she was in his sights, "But, you can".

Slowly facing him, Angela tried to use a little charm of her own, "Nick, I'm begging you", attempting to reject this unpleasant request, "Don't do this".

"Do what, huh?", slyly snickering, Nick feigned ignorance over her objections, "I'm giving you a compromise", placing that reality of a spouse's debt into the open, "Your flesh for Larry's".

Lawrence Chase may have been imperfect. But, what Nicholas Bell was suggesting Angela Carter Chase do to pay off that debt, became an alien insurrection of internal conflicts, "I can't do this to my husband".

Looking at Angela, it was obvious that this young wife had no idea of how reckless her husband had actually been in gambling, "Do you honestly think Larry gives a damn about how this would affect your marriage", releasing a laugh from those lips to her, "He kept coming back for more and more", eyes of a churning sea started to squint at this brown haired heiress, while putting an offer of desire in focus, "Even when he knew he had the losing hands".

"He just had a bad streak, that's all", always trying to paper over the stench of Larry's mistakes, Angie stood up for the man who had her hand and heart.

Nick folded arms, as he sat on that desk edge, "How many times has dear Lawrence needed you to come to bail him out, huh?" understanding the benefits that Chase had in marrying Arthur Carter's little girl and all of the access to accounts that came with it.

"You know something", Nick nodded in agreement to Angie's utterance, "You're right. It is none of my business what you did in the past with your husband and his debts", upright and walking to face her, he rubbed thumb and index finger of right hand together, "But, this 250 is the here and now", slight irritation over this woman's reaction began taking a toll, as he proceeded, "And, I'm going to collect", blue eyes imagining how good it would be to be with her, he gazed Angela up and down....

Lies and secrets are like molecules of fat. They always rise to the surface.

Lawrence Chase owed a debt. His wife, Angela, decides to take a gamble of her own, which leads to places that unseen consequences roam. What begins as a bargain of assisting a spouse with a problem, takes a woman down a rocky road of self reflection, desire and unraveling a secret from the past.

Looking at a portrait of a man and wife, the fractures of a marriage aren't easily seen. Smile and supportive caress hide the barren wasteland of a relationship. Desire can take us to places that the heart can never capture. A simple hand out to a stranger can be all that a lonely person could ever need. Even if it came from an unexpected source.

Man of varied lies and devilish alibis has snaked his way into the lives of this couple. Before either knows it, they are submerged in something beyond their control. For what was a frivolous flirtation, became a shower of a heart's hidden obsession onto a floor of doom's dance.

Sexy brunette with a pouting sense of privilege, Angela Carter Chase is the spoiled daughter of tycoon, Arthur Carter. Yet, daddy's dimes couldn't protect her from what she'd become immersed in.

It leads her to a culminating moment of wondering to stay afloat in a marriage's rickety vessel of distress or forever going "Over My Head".

Singular event on a sexually charged night with Angela Chase at it's core, turns from a bubblegum pop song of simplicity into a Wagnerian symphony of doom within the pages of "Over My Head".

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

"If you look in the mirror and see a stranger standing before you, then you know it's time to change your trajectory in life. If you look in the mirror and see an old friend, then you know your soul is home again. Mirrors can be a snapshot in time. But, also an ever evolving and revolving reflector of mind, body and soul. Some moments sparkle with light. Some moments diffuse in contrast shadow. Yet, the mirror doesn't lie in the corner of your eye." - A.H. Scott

"A classic is a classic, no matter who may turn their noses up to it. A person who doesn't open their mind to something on the edge of stark realism in any form, will never absorb an expanding horizon." - A.H. Scott

"Deepest recesses of the human soul are darkest before the crimson flag of eternity" - A.H. Scott 6/16/12

"The day that Liberals/Progressives/Democrats/TheLeft stop being sprinters; maybe they will catch up with the Conservatives/TheRight/Republicans, who are running a marathon. Short distance is as far as the tip of your nose. Long distance is a memory, which gets a person to see decades down the road. Now, that's what those who sprint should learn and ALWAYS remember." - A.H. Scott 6/24/12

"Walls can't contain the human spirit. Some people are imprisoned with impoverished souls. While others find tranquility in the solitude of the smallest of spaces. It doesn't matter where you may lay your head at night, if your mind is adrift in the dark abyss. Three hots and a cot can be more priceless than the gilded ransom of a king. Behind the wall, there is wisdom of life's purest form. Some who have been on the inside are smarter than many of us on the outside." - A.H. Scott

"Not everybody in the world will love you. But, if at least one person likes you; then you don't have to convince anyone else of your worth. You know you are a good person inside. And, besides, if everyone you meet will love you; that concept of affection will be so watered down that you won't know champagne from cherry Kool-Aid." - A. H. Scott

"It's not where your feet land that matters most. It's where your head is, when it's time to find your way out of the wilderness. From the greenest grass to the grayest concrete, your path is what you make of it." - A.H. Scott

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Running the water and giving a few squirts of lemon dish liquid all over the plates and utensils, Sophia felt Dale’s chin against her soft neck, “Dale, you know that tickles”.

Dale laughed, “I know. That’s why you enjoy it so much, Sophia”.

Playfully, she used her shoulder to push Dale away and continue washing those dishes. Backing away from her, Dale just rested against the kitchen counter, folded arms and watched this lovely vision with Pink Rose perfume on silky skin.

Sophia and Dale bantered back and forth, as the final plate positioned in a dryer on top of the kitchen counter. She smiled, “All done. Now, I’m all yours”.

They kissed tenderly.

Sophia rubbed Dale’s back and gently made a request, “Darling, you go into the bedroom, while I turn off the lights out here and get ready for you in my own special way”.

Without a second beat, Dale was off into their bedroom.

Lights in the living room and kitchen were turned off and Sophia made her way towards the bedroom.

Standing in the doorway, she smiled at the sight of Dale relaxing on the turned down bed, waiting for her entrance.

“Dale?” She walked towards her lover with a seductive smirk on that lovely face, as Sophia made sure Dale’s attention was hers alone.

Dale sat up on the bed and motioned prone body towards the edge of that structure.

Being much taller than her, Dale’s feet didn’t dangle over the bed’s edge. They were planted firmly on the blue carpeted floor.

Sophia’s body was cherished by Dale. Large, rough hands could have been an irritation to such soft skin. Yet, Sophia enjoyed Dale’s firm touch.

Dale sat in black pants, as legs parted for Sophia to stand between. “Damn, baby. You make it all worth it, Sophia”.

Sophia’s breasts rested inside of a cupped portion of teddy, as she pulled the small satin ribbon to free them for Dale’s titillation, “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, Dale”.

Placing hands on Sophia’s belly, each skillful finger worked upward to her breasts and parted the lace garment. Dale’s thumb and index fingers squeezed each nipple, as a smile came to a beaming face, “You are special, Sophia. No one knows me like you do”.

Dale was respectful of her and always longed for those four words from Sophia’s lips.

Making love to her would make the outside world wash away until the next workday for Dale. Sophia was an antidote for chaos in Dale’s mind. Soft and sweet smelling, there was a hint of happiness in every smile and swerve of Sophia’s being.

A request to take the journey into ecstasy’s pond, turned to be what touched Dale’s heart most when being with Sophia. She was the only woman that cracked the armor of this wounded soul.

Holding Sophia’s left hand, Dale kissed it like a royal romantic and stood up. Looking down at this woman who was so inviting of joy and pleasure, Dale whispered, “Without haste, my love”.

Sophia draped perfumed arms around Dale’s neck, as those hands ran up and down her back.

Dale hummed their song once more and Sophia rested her head against firm chest. As she felt Dale’s heart beating with fire, Sophia ran her hands against the belt buckle and crotch area on those black pants.

She could tell how aroused Dale was at that moment. That simple twitch of tight fabric was the sign Sophia treasured in being Dale’s lady..........

- END OF EXCERPT

In Sophia’s eyes, Dale was the love of her life. Sophia always had a penchant for bad boys. And, Dale fit that mold of the rebel to it’s fullest. Motorcycle, leather jacket and muscles were Dale’s calling card of seducing sexy Sophia.

Sophia was bubbly and bright. Dale was a bit darker in character. Many saw them as two opposite to be attracted to one another. Yet, as they say – opposites attract.

Placing hands on Sophia’s belly, each skillful finger worked upward to her breasts and parted the lace garment. Dale’s thumb and index fingers squeezed each nipple, as a smile came to a beaming face, “You are special, Sophia. No one knows me like you do”.

Dale was respectful of her and always longed for those four words from Sophia’s lips.

Making love to her would make the outside world wash away until the next workday for Dale. Sophia was an antidote for chaos in Dale’s mind. Soft and sweet smelling, there was a hint of happiness in every smile and swerve of Sophia’s being.

A request to take the journey into ecstasy’s pond, turned to be what touched Dale’s heart most when being with Sophia. She was the only woman that cracked the armor of this wounded soul.

Holding Sophia’s left hand, Dale kissed it like a royal romantic and stood up. Looking down at this woman who was so inviting of joy and pleasure, Dale whispered, “Without haste, my love”.

Sophia draped perfumed arms around Dale’s neck, as those hands ran up and down her back.

Dale hummed their song once more and Sophia rested her head against firm chest. As she felt Dale’s heart beating with fire, Sophia ran her hands against the belt buckle and crotch area on those black pants.

She could tell how aroused Dale was at that moment. That simple twitch of tight fabric was the sign Sophia treasured in being Dale’s lady.

Painted nails unbuckled and unzipped those black pants, as she got on her knees for Dale.

Attentive and loving, Sophia’s mouth met Dale’s flesh with loving care. Dale’s dark eyes gazed down at her, as blue eyes became locked upward in a dance of lust.

Dale felt that grand expansion, as a moan flowed forth, “Sophia….”

Mouth busy with Dale’s most intimate part inside of it, Sophia’s head bobbed to the left and right. Dale’s hands became instinctually masterful, as all ten fingers pressed upon her head.

Sophia’s bare breasts were tapped with the movement of Dale’s limbs from side to side, as her nipples hardened with every contact of black fabric.

Dale did not want Sophia’s lips to lose their full impact of attention. Fingers suddenly motioned away from clasping so tightly to her head, as Dale exhaled, “You are about to get me to explode, woman”

Sophia’s purrs filled that apartment, as if she were a kitten. Yet, Dale knew this ravishing red-head was a lioness beneath the cotton candy exterior.

Dale ran fingers in and out of Sophia and sucked digits dry. Thirst of temptation was being quenched, as Dale sighed, “Sweet as sugar. And, so is my candy, Sophia”.....

- END OF EXCERPT

In Sophia’s eyes, Dale was the love of her life. Sophia always had a penchant for bad boys. And, Dale fit that mold of the rebel to it’s fullest. Motorcycle, leather jacket and muscles were Dale’s calling card of seducing sexy Sophia.

Sophia was bubbly and bright. Dale was a bit darker in character. Many saw them as two opposite to be attracted to one another. Yet, as they say – opposites attract.

She awakened fifteen minutes later and read this note: ‘Come to the stables. I will meet you there, Anna’. And, it was signed ‘V”.

With that, the secret relationship that she and Valery had brought Anna down to the stables as soon as a royal blue dress was placed upon her body.

Swiftly, she walked down that path and entered the stables. Not finding Valery there yet, Anna walked towards a stall that had a chestnut colored horse inside of it.

Looking around the area, she found a basket full of apples and carrots. Feeding this horse an apple, Anna giggled with happiness in this gentle moment.

She heard a rustling sound a few feet from where this stall was located. Anna patted the horse gently and smiled to herself.

This smitten young woman thought it was her lover of the previous night who’d just arrived for their rendezvous.

Anna walked out of the stall with a grin upon her face, as those blue eyes filled with shock.

It was Anna’s lover who stood there.

Not Valery, but Philippe..

Stammering, “Sir, I don’t—I don’t—“.

Philippe wasn’t going to leave her in the dark for long, “Anna, did you think I wouldn’t know of you and Valery, last night?”

“Philippe, I –“ ,Anna approached him and tried to continue to speak, but was left without an explanation of how she’d gotten carried away in seduction’s sea.

“This time is for you and I, right now” ,brushing his hand through Anna’s long, black hair slowly, Philippe grasped it slightly tighter, “And, this location was chosen, because of you”.

Anna knew Philippe was not pleased with her.

“Get out of that dress and stand by the stall door, Anna” Philippe gave her simple instructions, which were about to lead to a scenario of sordid dimensions.

Anna undressed and stood naked in front of the wooden stall door.

Blue garment of this mistress lay against a small wooden stool, as if it were only a rag of a penniless peasant.

Philippe exited the stall area where she stood waiting for him. As he returned with a moderate sized, wooden crate under his right arm, another item slightly peeked out from under his left.

Anna slightly shivered in the morning mist of the countryside, as she attempted to cradle her hands around that soft body.

He placed the crate down and walked over to her.

“Remove your hands from around yourself, Anna” Philippe snickered and added, “I want you to turn around and face that door”.

“Sir, what are you going to do to me?”She didn’t move a muscle, as a sense of curiosity of this location and upcoming actions puzzled her.

“Turn around, Anna” He repeated his order.

She had faith in him and relented. Turning around to face the stall door, Anna waited for what came next.

Philippe stood behind her and pressed his strong left leg between hers. “I want you to spread your legs, dear one”

She obeyed and slid legs to either end of the stall door’s frame.

“Place your arms upward and against the metal bars” He added.

“Yes” Anna was now in a star shape position against that cold metal and wooden door.

Her heart began to beat a bit quicker.

Legs spread apart. Arms spread apart. All that was needed now was Philippe’s next action.

That item contained beneath his left arm was revealed. Philippe pulled this object between both hands.

A simple riding crop, proved an arousing sense of erotic complexity.

Crop was about fifteen to eighteen inches in length. The longest section was made of multiple straps of twisted leather. At the tip was a swatter in the approximate size of a small pancake. One side of this circle was dark brown suede. On the other side was thick black leather.

The Duke of Givenchy knew she was prepared for both sides of this crop to take her to places he wanted her to be.

“I want you to hold this crop between your teeth, Anna” ,Philippe pressed his right hand against her back and snaked the crop into her mouth with his left hand, “Hold this and stay still, dear one”.

Anna nodded and thought to herself that this correction from her lover would be a chuckle of light fare.

Yet, what Philippe had seen the night before in Valery’s chamber, would require a heftier price from Anna’s flesh and mind.

She had no idea what he had planned for her.

With crop in mouth, she stood silent. As for Philippe, he emptied out a few objects from within that wooden crate.

Four black reins and a small jug of liquid were placed on the stable floor next to Anna.

- end of excerpt

Anna disobeyed. Philippe took the reins of her punishment very seriously…;)

In 1747 France, the Duke of Givenchy, Philippe Paramour was a man of power and position. Philippe’s noble title gave him liberation of his most secret yearnings of debauchery. The Duke’s favorite past-time was taking female peasants under his wing as lovers and traveling companions across the French countryside.

This is “The Sentence Of Anna”.

Anna’s sentence at times, would have been intolerable to a lesser woman of her immature age. But, what she gained under the strict tutelage of Philippe was the skills of maturity and demure sophistication.

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Turina’s body was pushed into a prone position by a right hand, while Maxtina started pulling her own panties to one side with a free left hand. Statuesque beauty fingered her, as this tan temptress was continuously attended to with a swirling tongue.

Turned on in a Vancouver hotel, Turina Karrelli sat herself upward. Maxtina Sammprino waved right index finger to motion this sexy partner to stand on her pedicure feet.

Karrelli stood there in soft bra and twisted lace at those bare lips. Max’s mouth worked her over, as she wiggled from left to right. That light haired lady of lust rolled those yellow panties onto the floor, while a dark diva of desire placed bended left leg up onto that soft bed.

Head shook like an uncontrollable hose, as she buried mouth into waiting pussy. Rina couldn’t stop from moaning in response, shaking with joy.

Rina slowly unhooked her bra with both hands, as Tina stood upward and took that item from her friend. In a quick fling of fingers, it was thrown over to Anzo’s chair. Both lusty wenches laughed, as this pirate of passion tried to simultaneously continue to jerk off with one hand and catch lace treasure with the other.

Anzo Ninzionni was a man of many gifts. One, which he didn’t have, was an ability to juggle him and fabrics at the same time.

Caramel skinned courtesan bent Max over the edge of their bed and smacked her ass on both cheeks. Sammprino’s right calf reflexively moved up and downward with surprised glee.

Karrelli’s crafty hands hiked those emerald green panties upward and into this blonde’s snatch with a strong pulling movement. Max howled wildly, as she enjoyed this rougher aspect of arousal. Clear polished nails stripped off that elasticized undergarment, giving a sexually famished Anzo Ninzionni another treat of discarded cloth.

Rina starts polishing panties back and forth into a warm pussy slit. Maxtina began dripping with every touch of emerald lace, as Turina rolled those panties downward.

Magic of a ringmaster took her over, as Karrelli fingered and licked a ravishing Maxtina Sammprino. Almost as if the bed were center stage, that body was pulled onto the bed and kneeling with ass facing an appreciative Anzo.

Anzo the unfortunate juggler suddenly let his cock go for the sake of those green panties. Picking them in a circling motion, Ninzionni took a deep sniff of fragrant feminine odor and began jacking off hard once more.

Tanned palms spread milky cheeks and placed three to three digits in and out of a shivering swan. Tina laid her head onto the pillow, squeezed it and bit down softly on it. Feeling an upper hand with her, Turina smacked ass with one hand and placed shimmering fingers of overflow into Max’s thirsty mouth.

Sammprino sucked that essence from Karrelli’s hand, with partial happiness and sense of sorrow. Objective of happiness remained quite obvious. Alas, the sad side of what just occurred came with a swift completion. Maxtina didn’t want to reach orgasm so fast. Yet, since she did, it would be Turina who would receive payback at the skilled hands of Sammprino.

Positions changed, as Maxtina pulled Turina down onto that pillow. Lusty growl escaped Sammprino’s lips “You made me almost come like a flash. Oh, you naughty little bitch. I’m going to punish you for that.”

Rina coyly pouted, “Ooh, please do.”

Sammprino’s sensitive side evaporated, as she began plunging polished fingers in and out of her with rapidity of an engine. Right hand smacked ass twice and shoved its middle finger into Karrelli’s tight asshole. Its symmetry and angles, gave the look of Maxtina using Turina as her own personal bowling ball. Dark skin being invaded by pale flesh remained a sight of contrast.

Maxtina’s finger in an asshole would knock down any pins of doubt over that retained raunchy control.

Anzo’s cock got harder while watching this spectacle of sexual battling between two beautiful women, as he started to moan.

“Tell me that you love it,” Sammprino would be her mistress of the moonlight. Lady of light follicle became a victor of minutely vicious eroticism, “You like my finger in that asshole, don’t you, Rina?”

Lightly murmuring, “Shit. Yes, I do.”

“And, you love a man jerking off, while watching me take you higher, right?” Maxtina’s mouth was within inches of her left cheek, as she winked over at Anzo.

Stream of vaginal fluid motioned down Turina’s toned right thigh. Guttural groans of a woman about to explode filled the room, “Always.”

“When I move this finger from your asshole, I want you to show me just how appreciative you are, Turina,” awaiting actions of reciprocation from her partner in passion.

“I will, baby. I will,” wishing this invasion wouldn’t come to an end too soon; Rina also desired the thrill of being filled with Tina’s capable digit.

“Good girl,” removing finger from asshole, Sammprino slightly touched it against wet pussy slit for another effect of fullness for her.

Karrelli’s pussy and asshole throbbed in a continuing vibration of ecstasy from those fingers removal. Her clit was a gem, just polished off for display in a wicked jewelry parlor. Those brown nipples gave off an appearance of a duo of Hershey’s chocolate kisses. For Turina, she was Maxtina’s sugary snack.

Karrelli turned her over and spread Max’s legs wide open on that bed, “A pussy like yours must be cherished.”

“That’s good to hear,” holding herself open as an altar for any being’s devotion of ascending decadence, Maxtina smiled, “Treasure it, Turina,” tongue tip slithered against slightly opened mouth, “Eat me out, baby.”

Each had found the opposite sex might have brought pleasure. Cock and balls banging against pussy were the sounds of a coital symphony.

But, the same sex brought grace. Friction of dripping snatches slicing against one another released an eternal howl of heavenly serenity.

That sisterhood, which Maxtina Sammprino and Turina Karrelli shared, remained a bond that no cock would ever disunite.

Turina dove into that honey pot, as if she were Winnie the Pooh. Dyed hair in the penthouse never matched the darkly trimmed basement of Sammprino’s skyscraper. Yet, she was a metropolis of many mellow moments. Twirling tip of tongue around pink pearl, it gave a slight wiggle with every touch.

Many a lucky European made Maxtina’s pussy an erotic destination. Foremost of those who’d had her was Turina Karrelli.

As Maxtina’s arousal ascended to its full flourish, her pussy almost looked as if it were a breathing entity all by itself. That erotic emporium was so expansive; it could have been mistaken for a beluga’s blowhole.

Within moments of munching the magnificent Maxtina, both women were in a glorious combination of numbers. Six and nine fit perfectly for them. Not to be left out of this cornucopia of fantasy, Anzo jerked off in a frenzied hand motion. His cock became a compass of Northern delights.

As Maxtina Sammprino came, those legs formed a rising semi-circle. As for Turina Karrelli, she sat straight up against the headboard, from being down on Max’s mouth. Fingers clung to that periwinkle blue wall above that bed, as she also came with a thunderous pounding.

A rod of restrained rage ascended to ejaculatory elevation.

“Oh, shit!” Anzo’s chair began to shake, as his lake of life flowed onto the carpet. Feeling this release, his tongue smacked against lips and eyes surveyed those hot bitches of carnality on a large bed.

Max and Rina smooched on the bed for a few moments, while looking over to Anzo. Spanish dynamo seated in that chair with stiffened cock and a few drops of shimmering liquid at its tip, shook himself a bit longer. Horny duo of perfumed flesh laughed and locked tongues once again, as they watched Ninzionni.

“Now, was that good,” Max chuckled, knowing it was so obvious that each reached the peak, “Or, was that good, Anzo?”

“Heaven,” reaching over to a nearby table, he pulled a tissue from a box and rubbed liquid off his manhood.

Anzo gazed at Turina, laying there as if she were muse for Amedeo Modigliani’s nude masterpiece ‘Nudo Disteso’. Ginger hued flesh of feminine youth and follicles mysterious as the Black Forest gave this sole audience member of masturbatory toleration, a concluding paying of his attentive auger in that hotel room.

Anzo Ninzionni stood and zipped his pants, “You are my ravens of rigidity,” strolling over to their bed.

“We’re glad you enjoyed it, Anzo,” body slid out of bed naked for his attraction.

“We enjoyed it; too,” Karrelli remained on bed, while pulling a sheet around her.

Murder in a small French village of a grand dame of collectibles, leads to the doorstep of a Vancouver auction house. A harried, antiques dealer is the man under an added level of pressure, with prospective buyers from around the globe clawing for the heralded goods at an upcoming auction.

Pair of bodacious Italian belles and a woman of gentle grace from China proved to be something extra this unsusupecting man in Vancouver. As for their male counterparts from Austria, Spain and South Africa, they had a harder task at hand.

Each had been given their marching orders to a victorious capture of those items, no matter what it took to get their financially flushed fingers on them.

Curled lash and perfumed flesh seemed to have more entrees into this antique dealer’s life, than smoking a stogie with a member of the same sex.

Seduction’s game is about to break.

Question is; can a man fight temptation or join in?

Only one move is left to make. Sexy voice whispers into an awaiting eager ear, “Rack Em”.

Maxtina Sammprino – bold blonde from Italy, who enjoys the chase and capture of precious fare from days gone by. She is a woman with a thirst for fulfillment, which goes beyond marble boardrooms of the international jet set. Spicy and sassy, Sammprino takes the bull of chauvinism by the horns.

Turina Karrelli– Italian purchaser of arousing artifacts from around the world. Brunette on a tracking mission of priceless goods has always been fond of caring for the wounded. This includes her fellow Italian associate. Cunning and curvaceous Karrelli has ability to charm the pants off of anyone..

Anzo Ninzionni – Purchaser of varied collectibles from around the world, has an eye out for the ladies and something beyond platinum. His journey has taken him from solitude into an arena of being in the company of lust and financial flourish. Bidding on those gilded goods would be a moment that could take him from anonymity onto a higher plateau of notoriety.

(Well, of course, the hidden agendas are played by winks, smiles and naked thighs throughout “Rack Em”…)

Pink was the perfect color for the blushing affair that was occurring between them.

J.'s smile was so light and generous, as he walked over to Rebecca. Their hug was tight and much desired by both.

J. looked around the room and grinned, "So, you did this all for me?"

Slipping away from his grasp, Rebecca shook her head and tapped a finger upon a silver-serving cart, "For us".

Dressed in dark suit with blue shirt and red tie, J. was an image of international flair.

He walked over to where she stood and removed covers from the three items on the cart. Strawberries, a silver bowl of whipped cream was nice to start. But, it was the bucket filled with ice and a half dozen bottles of Orangina.

No champagne for this day, for each wanted to be inebriated on one another alone. J. took off his royal blue jacket and was wearing a red tie with a light blue shirt underneath. His body was quite fit for Rebecca's aroused eyes to view.

HIS SECRETS KEPT HER IN THE DARK

HIS SECRETS KEPT HER IN THE DARK

DRIFTING AWAY FROM SAFE HARBOR

DRIFTING AWAY FROM SAFE HARBOR

SHE'S GOIN' OVER MY HEAD

SHE'S GOIN' OVER MY HEAD

SHE'S GOIN' OVER

SHE'S GOING OVER

SHE'S GOING OVERBOARD AGAIN

NOBODY GETS OUT WITHOUT PAYING A PRICE

NOBODY GETS OUT WITHOUT PAYING A PRICE

THE PRICE IS THE HORIZON

CAN SHE MAKE IT THROUGH

THE PRICE IS THE HORIZON

SHE'S PAID IN FULL

(FADE RUNS)

(FADE OUT)

"Don't You Want To Go Over My Head" is an introduction to the flavor of a sexy & romantic experience inspired by A.H. Scott's novel, "Over My Head". It's playfulness is the blossoming of a flirtation. Enjoy..;)

"Hero's Rise" is inspired by climactic events in the characters' lives in A.H. Scott's novel, "Over My Head' Sometimes a hero rises in the most opportune and unexpected way.

"Pain Of A Broken Heart" was inspired by the main character in the A.H. Scott novel, "Over My Head". It comes at a point of crossroads in the life of the main female character in my novel, "Over My Head".

If the soundtrack peaks your interest, then take a peek at my novel, "Over My Head".

Over My Head novel description -

Lawrence Chase owed a debt. His wife, Angela, took a gamble. Pity for both, that losing a few dollars would be nothing compared to higher stakes in their marriage.

What begins as a bargain of assisting a spouse with a problem, takes a woman down a rocky road of self reflection, desire and unraveling a secret from the past.

Looking at a portrait of a man and wife, the fractures of a marriage aren't easily seen.

Smile and supportive caress hide the barren wasteland of a relationship.

The Chases' marriage had a ribbon of secrets and lies that each held closed to the other. Lawrence's lies led Angela to harbor secrets of her own to him.

In some ways, actions by her husband propelled this dutiful wife into the arms of another man.

Man of varied lies and devilish alibis has snaked his way into the lives of this couple. Certain word of support or smile of comfort had the effect of making all the difference in gaining entry into another's life.

Before either knows it, they are submerged in something beyond their control. For what was a frivolous flirtation, became a shower of a heart's hidden obsession onto a floor of doom's dance.

No one gets out of this life without paying a price.

Singular event on a sexually charged night with Angela Chase at it's core, turns from a bubblegum pop song of simplicity into a Wagnerian symphony of doom within the pages of "Over My Head".

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Lawrence Chase has a problem. Angela Chase does not know about it yet. So, the question that arises is; how does this husband keep this secret from his loving wife?

EXCERPT - Six words that no gambler ever wanted to hear came from Rommoulus Thorne, "The table is closed to you".

"Listen, just one more bet" ,pant of urgency rolled from Larry's lips, as two cards rested upon that dark green velour table top, "I've got a good feeling about this next one".

Thorne placed his hand onto the blackjack table, as fingers tapped the two cards that were just dealt to this man by the dealer, "Larry" ,Rommoulus nodded to the dealer and the neatly dressed croupier walked away from that table slowly.

Lawrence Chase had taken many an evening sojourn East on I-94 from Eau Claire to Fairwater and saw no reason to exit early.

Childish petulance came over Larry, has he wished to stay at that blackjack table, "No" ,raising voice to a level pitch where several other patrons gazed at him, Chase lowered his voice and smiled, "I want to continue".

With a diplomatic flair, Rommoulus Thorne bent over slightly and whispered downward to Chase's left ear, "Don't make a scene, Chase" ,not wanting their business to be known by anyone else on the gaming floor of the Rabbit's Foot, "I want you to stand up and come with me".

Dejected at not having a winning hand at the moment, Lawrence Chase stood and began to walk with Thorne and two other men behind him, "I just don't know what went wrong" ,shaking his head in disbelief at the possibility of a losing streak washing over him, he added "I was up 50".

The quartet walked across the gaming floor and towards the back of the building, where some offices were located. Pair of other males stopped a few feet from the last office in the rear and waited for further instructions from Thorne.

Ambling through his office door, Rommoulus waved him inside and closed the door behind them, "And, now you're down 250" ,Thorne pointed to a straight-back, black leather chair, "Sit down, Larry, we need to talk".

Slightly agitated by the owner's request, Larry sat down and sputtered, "I've got to get back out there" ,almost feeling that itch of the gambling bug nibbling at his essence, Chase gently squirmed in that leather chair.

Fairwater business owner laid this client's digits bare to him, "Lawrence, you owe the house 250" ,Thorne took the patron's history into account, "Now, I let your credit get that high, because in the past whenever you owed a large chunk it was paid back quite quickly".

Alas, for Rommoulus Thorne, past performances were negligible.

Scratching head at the thought of that debt dangling above his head, Larry exhaled with a hint of desperation, "Well, that sum might not be so easy to come up with".

"This is why you are in here" ,Rommoulus inhaled deeply and dropped a verbal bomb on Chase, "The door will not let you in anymore".

"But, I-" ,Chase paused and thought of all the times he'd been in the Rabbit's Foot over many months, "I've been a good customer to you".

Thorne chuckled at the optimistic fortitude that Chase tossed his way, "Good? Well, that's debatable" ,getting right to the core of why Larry was in that office, "Your losses outweigh your winnings".

"You know me, I'm good for it" ,Chase made no bones in the past to Thorne about who his employer was in Eau Claire. And, at this point in the waning night, he was going to use any ace of remaining at the Rabbit's Foot that was available to him.

Maybe, Carter Manufacturing Corporation held weight in Eau Claire's financial spreadsheets. Yet, in the back room of an unlicensed gambling operation in Fairwater, the only weight that mattered was Rommoulus'.

"The house can no longer cover your credit" ,Thorne rested large frame against sturdy structure and folded arms, "You are no longer welcome here".

The Rabbit's Foot's owner laid out the reality of what was happening that June night to this faltering card player, without frills or puffery.

Lawrence Chase was fitting the mold of the gambler that could see a winning hand just over the horizon. Yet, was unwilling to just give up his place at the gaming table, "I'm just having a bad streak, that's all. It will pick up soon".

"I'm sorry, Larry" ,slowly he walked behind his black Lucite desk, pulled a single paper from its drawer and placed it next to a gold ballpoint pen, "I need you to sign this note for the 250".

Lawrence Chase signed the paper quickly, thinking that he'd be able to get in a few more hands of blackjack before leaving for that night, "Now, what?"

Adorned n a light colored suit, Thorne spoke, "Don't be the rabbit, Larry", smirking at the thought of how unlucky that foot was for the hare, another bewildered beast came to this elder male's mind, "Or, in this case, the ostrich".

Larry's luck became a figment of his own ego. Being a gimpy bunny was one thing of misfortune. He could outride the losses in future months. Alas, turning into that flightless bird that didn't realize the depths of financial loss Chase actually was in, transformed into a shame that not even his wife would be told of.

Blindsided by these events in the Rabbit's Foot, he was a bit baffled with that comparison, "I don't understand".

As a man who'd known the bitter brew of revenge from his youth in Turkey, Rommoulus ruminated to Larry, "In my country, when a man doesn't pay his debts, the dawn never rises for him ever again" ,for the present moment, a tempered reaction was needed, "But, then again, Mr. Chase, this isn't my country. It's yours".

Wanting to wash Chase out of his hair, Thorne made a decision of what should be done with this unfortunate gambler. Larry had come to the end of the line.

Rommoulus walked to the door and motioned for two of his employees to enter the office. No violence would ever come from this Turk on the American shores. A dismissal of this losing patron was best for all involved, as he spoke to a pair of men, "Please, show Mr. Chase outside".

Motioning out of the chair, Larry muttered, "Are you throwing me out?" ,almost unable to believe that his time could ever be up at the Rabbit's Foot, Chase shrugged and gazed at Thorne and this pair.

One man in his mid-30's had a slim build with a dark suit on. As for the other person, he was a tall Nordic blond in his early-40's. Larry had seen them around the Rabbit's Foot many times and knew what their duties were. Sad for him, they would be acting upon throwing out the unpaying trash of this evening.

"No, no, no" ,Rommoulus Thorne became amused at this circumstance of Chase, "Think of this as a final escort" ,right hand waved Larry away, "Hope your luck changes soon, Larry" ,letting out a sigh of relief, "Good night".

To some, the stuff that dreams were made of were seen as an elusive black bird, while others viewed it as a shaky hand holding a wad of crumpled dollar bills. The latter remained foremost in Thorne's mind.

Life wasn't a motion picture in the mold of John Huston's 1941 classic. But, the similarities between fiction and reality had those moments of clarity. And, this for Rommoulus Thorne and a departing Lawrence Chase transformed into one of them.

Not giving up on his chase for recapturing any prior luck at the table, Chase walked through the gaming floor towards the front entrance with the pair of men, "Fellas, just one more round?"

Slim man in dark brown suit placed a hand on Larry's back, while giving him a slight push outside the doors, "Sorry, Larry".

"Take care of yourself, Chase" ,Tall man with slicked back blond hair stood by that open door and shook Lawrence's hand for the final time, "Good night".

Walking out into the moonlight alone, he walked to his car quickly. Chase became a scattered soul, while entering the Volvo and opening the glove compartment. Grasping a handful of objects and tossing them onto the passenger seat, Larry began flipping through several bank books in a frantic search for funds. Taking a notepad and pen from the open glove compartment, he began scribbling down several numbers onto paper. From seven different bank accounts, the total cash that was available to him at that late moment of June 19th was only forty-five thousand dollars to pay the house back with.

Ironically, it was conversation during a fishing trip with friends on Beechwood Lake that originally led him to Marigold Isle Casino for a few spins of a roulette wheel. Locals at that casino in Beechwood, were actually the ones who pointed him from Sheboygan and into the direction of Fairwater's gambling Mecca of the Rabbit's Foot.

For Lawrence Chase, that lucky symbol of a rabbit's foot seemed as unlucky for the hare as it was to his own fractured financial horizon.

Three weeks after that dismissal in Fairwater, several markers of various denominations were brought up by an Eau Claire resident. It would be that being, who would hold several former Wisconsin clients' monetary future from the Rabbit's Foot. One of which, was Lawrence Chase.

As three men sat inside an Eau Claire location on July 17th, a small pile of yellow papers were stacked in the middle of a tan colored table.

With pen in hand, he held paper upward for the second male to respond, "Are you sure you want to keep this marker?"

"As I live and breathe", looking at that item in his friend's hand, he laughed.

Dark eyes and baldhead, gave the third man a striking appearance, "Well, the air is expensive in Eau Claire".

Man seated in the middle acknowledged that fact, "As are the ladies, Iris".

The location was the Eight Ball. Gennaro Esposito held the pen and papers, while follicle challenged; Iris Mendoza sat to the far left of the second male. And, the owner of this business, Nicholas Bell, remained the contemplative core of this trio.

For an astute acquirer of information and debts, Nicholas Bell polished those coins of cache.

He knew that someday his investment in time and treasury would bear flourishing fruit. Maybe for Bell, someday might be just across the horizon of destiny.

Unlucky person that owed that sum was Lawrence Chase.

Eau Claire lawyer, Edward Longfellow had several clients that were connected to Marigold Isle Casino in Beechwood. During a conversation with one of them, the name Chase came up. As if it were a bell ringing in his ears, Longfellow was set off on a mission to find out more. From Beechwood, a little legwork led him to the Rabbit's Foot in Fairwater.

Lawyer Longfellow wasn't just an unknown entity to Lawrence Chase. He had a connection to Larry, because of his business and personal ties to Angela's father, Arthur Carter.

Eddie finding out about the monetary mess that Larry had gotten himself into, led him to think about Angie being hurt by her husband's actions.

An unpleasant task of giving Angela Chase the grim news about her husband, was complicated by Edward knowing who owned that hefty marker.

There were two paths of existence in Eau Claire .One, which Arthur and Angela Carter Chase glided along a silken road. Two, was Nicholas Bell and his compatriots maneuvering a more gritty path. For Edward, it was this factor that made something simple suddenly complex.

Far more than just corporation counsel for Carter Manufacturing Corporation, Edward Longfellow had dual alliances with both Carters. Both professionally and socially. Second of which, were events that occurred a year after his longtime friend's daughter had gotten into some knotty legal problems.

Coincidently, the aforementioned community service that the college graduate was sentenced to didn't turn out as she expected.

Angela had a secret of her own.............

- END OF EXCERPT

GO "OVER MY HEAD" WITH A.H. SCOTT

"OVER MY HEAD" DESCRIPTION : Lies and secrets are like molecules of fat. They always rise to the surface.

In the swirling stew of seduction, two persons draw a wife into a web of corruption and condemnation. First of which is her husband, who harbors a secret that she has found out about. Secondly, a man whose intentions towards her have been well known for many years.

Her husband's secret is bound to a lie that the an acquaintance uses to his own benefit. This wife decides to take a gamble of her own, which leads to places that unseen consequences roam.

Woman at the heart of this novel is Angela Chase. Sexy brunette with a pouting sense of privilege, she always has been spoiled by her tycoon father.

Sometimes a spoiled child becomes a brat that thinks the world should bow down to her. For Angie, she'd enjoyed having her stocking clad knees onto a floor also.

Angela Chase may have been a married woman, but she was far from a shrinking violet on passion's scale. Tiny fractures of her relationship to Lawrence Chase began widdling away at this woman's self esteem.

Neglecting Angela was Lawrence's first sin. Racing into second place behind neglect, came an act of omission.

Events in the lives of the Chases could have taken such a different road, if only a husband told his wife the entire truth about a secret he'd been holding.

Alas, what Lawrence Chase set in motion, Angela Chase would barter with in skin of perfumed lotion.

Desire can take us to places that the heart can never capture. A simple hand out to a stranger can be all that a lonely person could ever need. Even if it were from someone you never thought would be a part of your life. In this tale of crimson conclusions and titillation's triumph, only a single notion of being submerged in an ocean of delights is whispered into a longing soul's ear.

Shall my world remain one of mendacity or should I go, "Over My Head".

"Over My Head" has a few twists amongst the pages, that will leave the reader wondering how did A.H. Scott make the pea vanish from beneath that obvious shell.

A wife. A husband. A lover.

Sex. Money. Power. Lies. Obsession. Murder.

That's "Over My Head". Submerge Yourself Into Seduction's Sea.

And, with that, A.H. Scott offers you an introduction to the players in her novel, "Over My Head":

OVER MY HEAD CHARACTERS:

Angela Carter Chase - (Heiress and Lawrence Chase's wife)

Angela Carter had been given the world on a silver platter by her tycoon father, Arthur Carter. Even with that, this feisty woman was now a wife to an accountant, Lawrence Chase.

Even with that life that seemed very serene, Angela wanted more. In this case, more came in the unlikely form of a quite titillating restaurateur and businessman named Nicholas Bell.

No one gets out of this life without paying a price.

Singular event on a sexually charged night with Angela Chase at it's core, turns from a bubblegum pop song of simplicity into a Wagnerian symphony of doom within the pages of "Over My Head".

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Lawrence ChaseAccountant and Angela's husband

Lawrence Chase may not have been what Eau Claire society may have expected to be married to Angela Carter. Yet, he made his own luck in love's field. Being an accountant at Arthur Carter's business, Lawrence enjoyed the benefits of being married to the boss' daughter.

Chase may have been lucky in love, but when it came to other high stakes games, Larry was a loser. And, the person who sat in the catbird's seat of having this tender plum of information would be the last person Lawrence Chase could trust.

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Edward Longfellow - (Lawyer and Carter family friend)

Edward Longfellow knew the law inside and out. But, his greatest asset was an ability to read people. This came from his varied clients in Eau Claire and other locations throughout Wisconsin.

Being a longtime legal counsel and friend to industrialist Arthur Carter, Edward became privy to many aspects of the Carter family goings on.

Having known Angela since she was born, Edward had been a quite protective force in her life. Certain secrets between this lawyer and young heiress would be quite catastrophic for both of their reputations, if anything were ever disclosed.

Angela Chase confided many things to Edward, which neither Arthur or Lawrence would ever know.

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Nicholas Bell - (Businessman and Angela's lover)

Nicholas Bell was owner of a local nightspot (The Eight Ball) for many years, when he met Angela Carter. As she became Angela Chase, now restaurateur (Tulip) Bell remained a quite captivated man by this woman from afar.

Bell climbed the social ladder in Eau Claire, from the lower rungs up towards the top of that structure. Arthur Carter's nod of approval for his restaurant, proved the tide of acceptability in a higher social circle was turning in Nicholas' favor.

From a young age, Nicholas learned the best way to get ahead was to sit back and observe. And, then pounce on whatever weakness your opponent may have.

Thus, whenever he'd gotten a chance, this smart man would use information his own benefit. Be it in the form of a digits' ascendancy or cradling of perfumed skin.

Timing was everything and Bell took full advantage of that fateful factor.

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Arthur Carter - (Tycoon and Angela's father)

Some businessman try to pretend to be something that they are not. This was not the case for a mid-Western industrialist. Arthur Carter was an arrogant man. That is a statement of fact. He never tried to runaway from who he was or how he amassed his vast fortune.

Steel was the ticket to Arthur's fortune. And, it also was the will he had to make his business a success in Wisconsin.

This was something that he'd passed down to his daughter, Angela. She'd thrived under that armor of his arrogance to her own detriment at the moment.

Arthur Carter was always fair in business. But, no one would ever be shocked if he had taken an invisible razor from his tailored suit pocket in the boardroom.

Money became a shielding column of bricks to the real world. But, there always were fissures in that seemingly solid wall that the rich built around themselves.

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Behind the doors of the wealthy, there's always something stirring...;)

and let your eyes & ears enjoy the view of the video book trailer of "Over My Head on YouTube - "Over My Head"

Seduction Awaits,A.H. Scott

-------------A.H. Scott is also the author of the contemporary romance, "Stroking Sahara". Affections ascension between two dormant hearts is how I would describe this short story.

"Stroking Sahara" is available at the following locations:Amazon Kindle (US) - USAmazon Kindle (UK) - UK

and the novel, "Rack Em", from Eirelander Publishing. Romantic thriller of international intrigue, greed and lust is what my latest novel is all about. "Rack Em" is available at the following locations:

About Me

A.H. Scott is a writer.
"As an author, I enjoy letting my characters and plots that I've created get inside of the reader's heads. I make a promise to anyone that rolls the dice and catches a glimpse of my work that you will never be bored. Your eyes, mind and soul shall be thrilled. This is my bond to you, the reader. No simplicity ever from A.H. Scott. Always complexity is my main intent on anyone who reads my work." - A.H. Scott ==
“I want the reader to be affected in two ways - above the neck & below the belt”. - A.H. Scott ===
"I don't write for children. I write for adults". - A.H. Scott
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"I believe art should be as enigmatic as the artist who creates it." A. H. Scott
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"Silence is acceptance. Acceptance is conquest. Conquest is a rainbow obscured by a black cloud of contempt".
- A.H. Scott